I may need a machine within my chest
by Irene C S ClarkHogg
to help my heart to beat.
I may glide along the pavement
on metal wheels instead of feet,
but, do not offer me pity, I shout out loud
I am me, and of that I am proud.
My spine may not be as straight, my friend,
nor yet as supple as yours.
I may struggle with simple tasks,
like dressing or opening doors,
but, I can still love, I can still feel.
I am human, a woman. Yes, I am real.